That strongly loathing, greatly broke.
So died the Old; here comes the New;
Regard him—a familiar face;
I thought we knew him. What! it’s you,
The padded man that wears the stays;
Who killed the girls, and thrilled the boys
With dandy pathos when you wrote:
O Lion, you that made a noise,
And shook a mane en papillotes. . . .
What profits now to understand